“What the—“ I shrieked, grabbing the first object I saw.

Atlas shot to his feet, narrowly escaping the stable that slammed against his chair.

He raised his arms in mock defense. “I am reporting this to HR.”

“You’re HR!” I snapped. “Who the heck do you think you are to play games with me?”

The dark-haired man sighed, running his hands through his hair before speaking. “Surprise?” He offered and I scoffed.

I paced to and fro in the office, sighing loudly before I ...